It is possible to have friendly feelingsUnder fluorescent lights, but can you blameAnyone for building a world of nags,Blaming and "just following up" --The spectrum has no vitamins, And such little heat. If you wereAn oscilloscope, would you sing"Somewhere over the rainbow" in a tutu?I would love to marry you, white light,Carry you in a satchel over the hillsAnd far away. You fall into my coffee.I am suddenly too big for the shoebox.Light. Come, change everything about me.